and tape? Can they separate our signatures, And write new passions on our souls? They re-write our souls; Vicarious and careless, are we killing dreams
photos and tape? Can they separate our signatures, And write new passions on our souls? They re-write our souls; Vicarious and careless, are we killing dreams
niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh Verse One: It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine
to feed my daughter To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? It's all good baby, baby, check it It was all a dream, I used to read
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh Verse One: It was all a dream I used to read
the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One] It was all a dream I used to read Word Up